Lost in thought, Eric arrived home before he knew it.
A few days ago, he had intended to make some dry biscuits for Max, Grass, and Michael to eat on the road. As a result, one thing after another piled up, preventing them from leaving with peace of mind.
Eric decided to take those biscuits to the cafeteria to share with everyone, telling himself he could make more a few days before they left, once the tribe was stable.
However, the room used for baking still lingered with the rich, fragrant scent of butter.
As soon as he entered the house, Eric exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, Evan, you're home?"
Eric hadn't seen Evan during the day for a long time. Especially after the Elf team arrived at the tribe, Evan had been too busy to teach him magic in the mornings.
